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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year
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Billy knows his limit. Has been to enough parties to know when to stop if he doesn't want to have a massive hangover in the morning or end up puking his guts out in a bathroom. Knows how to drink and knows his own body.
Unfortunately, tonight is not the case. It's all fucking Harrington's fault. They had this .. fuck, they jerked each other off, alright? A week ago, in Tommy's bathroom, of all places, when Tommy invited the team to celebrate their victory over some other hick-town losers who suck at basketball. Everyone was happy, everyone was drunk and riding the champions high, and it was Harrington who caught Billy by the hand when he was on his way out of the bathroom. It was Harrington who locked them in the same goddamn bathroom upstairs and it was fucking Harrington who opened Billy's fly and took out his dick.
It was the same motherloving asshole Harrington who didn't even look Billy's way on Monday. Not that Billy wanted him to. It's not like .. it meant anything, right? But Billy thought.. oh what didn't he think during Saturday and Sunday? Made an honest effort of thinking about literally anything but Steve, and failed. Billy remembered the velvety feeling of Steve's dick on his own palm, the maddening maddening rush of it. Remembered the quiet moans Harrington let out and his own heavy breathing. The smell of him. The tight grip of Steve's hand on his own hard pleading cock and the sharp blinding pleasure. The taboo of it all. The pumping adrenaline-fucking-rollercoaster. Christ, Billy woke up on Saturday with a fucking boner and had to jerk off just to make his dick stay down.
Sunday was no better.
So what the fuck happened on Monday? Was their 7 minute in heaven aka Tommy's bathroom a drunk mistake? Did Harrington forget how he shot his cum all over Billy's shirt, eyes closed, breath hitching, melting like a bitch in Billy's hands?
Could be, yeah, but it just felt like it wasn't. A mistake.
Still, the preppy stuck up asshole didn't even look Billy's way. Kept on talking to the guys and smiling to all the girls in his vicinity. Even Carol said something like "King Steve's on fire today" when she, Tommy and Billy were sharing a smoke in the parking lot between classes. Carol is a bitch, but Billy's okay with her.
The whole week was a torture. What the fuck was wrong with himself of all people? Billy didn't sign up for this crap. Fuck Harrington. Fuck this bullshit. If Steve thinks nothing of that heated moment they'd shared, then Billy's not gonna lose his sleep over it. This fucking Hawkins, slowly draining life out of him. He needs to get back in the game, he needs to stop overthinking, he needs to let it go. A drunken mistake, nothing more to it.
This Friday another party is on. Andy's house. It's spring, and kids just want to have fun.
Billy comes looking good. A black wife beater, perfect to show off his arms. Black jeans. Blue eyes looking deep into your soul (and not giving a fuck), eyelashes fluttering. Blonde curls, girls drooling. Billy looks like a god, and he knows it. Can feel the eyes of practically all Hawkins high schools girls on him. Tina would not mind, for sure. Too bad she has a boyfriend. If Billy crooked a finger her way, she'd follow. But Billy doesn't want any unnecessary drama. Tammy is okay. Brenda might actually be a bit better. Or Heather. Seriously, who cares. He just needs to have a good time, no promises made.
Somewhere along the way, Billy loses control. Catches a glimpse of Harrington's fluffy hair. Who cares? Kids just wanna have fun. Beer, more beer, multiple tequila shots, fucking punch.. ?? Too much booze, too many cigarettes, he knows it, but it's too late. He shouldn't have taken that vodka bottle, the shit's strong but he's already past the point of caring. Brenda feels nice. No, wait, that's Heather. Who the fuck cares. They are laughing about something and Billy's whispering obscenities in her ear, hand on her thigh, the other one's on her waist. The couch is so soft, it's gonna swallow them whole. Oh shit, oh no, he has no control. Billy's closing his eyes leaning in for a kiss and his head is spinning and they are kissing, definitely kissing, sweet and bitter alcohol on their tongues, but he's feeling woozy, if he keeps his eyes closed he's gonna puke. We don't want that on Heather. After all, it's not her fault that Harrington didn't even fucking talk about this whole situation!
Gotta keep the eyes open. "Get a room!" someone's shouting in the distance.
And Heather is not shy, she wants to get a room, her hand's resting on Billy's chest and going down down down
Fuck he's going to be sick all over her
"Honey, I have to.. go.. to the bathroom. I'll be right back, don't leave."
He's stumbling up and careening forward almost falling over the coffee table
'Whoooa Hargrove, easy!" - must be Tommy.
He has to get to the bathroom for fuck's sake.
Billy ends up throwing up in the toilet bowl. He's not enjoying it, that's for sure. Never again, for the love of god, is he out of his mind?? To get so fucking wasted over some .. dude ???
Suddenly the door opens and there's someone else in the bathroom. Billy doesn't give a fuck, if they want to enjoy the view and the sounds, that's their problem.
Suddenly someone's sliding down near him and gently picks up his hair. Billy groans and pukes again and again and again. Someone's holding his hair back.
Fuck, when is it gonna stop? Never again. Billy moans, holds the toilet seat tighter and throws up what seems to be all of his insides in one go.
"Billy, are you okay? Do you need anything?"
What in the actual FUCK.
It's Harrington's voice.
It's Harrington's fucking hands holding his hair back.
Billy pushes them aside and gets on his unsteady feet. Flushes the toilet.
"Stay the fuck away from me."
He's not going to think about it now.
Steve's standing in front of him.
"Billy.."
"Fuck I need water, move."
Shoves Harrington to the side, goes to the kitchen, drinks one glass, then another and another.
Fresh air. He needs fresh air.
Billy goes out and stands on the porch. He's dizzy but it's already better. If he sleeps in his car for a couple of hours he might even make it home before dawn. Or he can go upstairs unnoticed and sleep it off in one of the rooms keeping it locked. Whatever.
He'll break Harrington's fucking nose the next time he comes close.
Part 2 where nothing gets resolved
Part 3
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speakofcompersion · 4 months
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aelswiths · 9 months
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It is broth, not gruel. Is it? Well, I think it is.
Aelswith & Alfred being adorable in 1x02
For @jeynepoole and @kingslionheart
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one of my 2nd graders offered the number 69 as his estimate in math class and i've been fooled into a false sense of security thinking they're too young to recognize the meaning of that joke
so imagine my surprise when a few of them started giggling and the sweetest, smartest boy in the class delightedly chimed in with "ah yes, a real gamer!"
.....so anyways which one of you mfs convinced the kiddos on roblox or fortnite that 69 was the haha funny gamer number instead of the haha funny sex number. i'm not mad i'm just disappointed
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midnightcoffes · 4 months
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i was re-reading that chapter of book 9 for todays drawing and whaaaaaaat the fuck. I just made a gutural sound these two boys wi be the death of me
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lesdemonium · 5 months
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I could talk for hours about lotr, but one of the subjects would definitely be in two towers when they are outfitting the young boys for armor and weapons before the orc attack. the way the camera lingers in the horror of this moment
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sunwarmed-ash · 2 months
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I gotta get ready for the club tonight
so I'm rebingeing queer as folk to get into my best Brian mindset
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theindiscreetbookworm · 7 months
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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs, Past Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands - Relationship Characters: Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Jim Jimenez, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Selkies, Selkie Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs Lives, but we definitely start with him drowning, Lucius Spriggs Lives in the Walls of the Revenge, Canon Related, Post-Season/Series 01, Edward Teach is the bad guy, (kind of), (sorry), Bittersweet Ending Summary:
“What are you?” Selkie. The word sounds like a bell’s chime in his head, and Lucius knows. He’s heard the stories, the legends of seal women from the north that folks told back home. He’d never taken them for truth, not once—not even when Jenkins came back to town from the sea with a dark-eyed new wife in tow and the whispers had swirled throughout the autumn of the reticent new bride and how she lingered at the edge of town some nights, staring back towards the coast. Slowly, Lucius’s mind catches up and he processes what the selkie first said. “There’s a selkie on the ship?”
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The only reason Lucius survives when Edward throws him off the Revenge is the selkies who pull him back to the surface of the water and give him time to breathe. They bring him back to the ship with one piece of information: one of ours is on board. Living in the passageways hidden in the walls, Lucius has to find out who it is; who's been a creature of legend hiding in plain site the whole time and, more importantly, what they have to do with his survival.
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sorenthestoryteller · 2 years
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-U2, “Gloria” (Live at Red Rocks: Under a Blood Red Sky, 1984)
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meteormemoirs · 1 year
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Once again a “we need to talk about x in the queer community” post op is an exclusionist who says “labels are important.”
People can use whatever fucking labels and pronouns they want and there is nothing you can do about it. Die mad about mspec lesbians, they will remain perfectly content. I am totally unbothered by their existence because theirs has no effect on mine. (Or yours.)
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nerianasims · 2 years
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Ukrainian female soldiers singing Bella Ciao
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kitdreamzing · 6 months
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Lads are only 22
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justacomicsjinx · 1 year
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⚠️ Important News! ⚠️
Baby Tiger Shark Practicing Her First Bites
Look at her go :)
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Look at that little face <3
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artseniccatnip · 2 months
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is this anything
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 6 months
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This child in gaza is screaming:
"I wish it was a dream. Oh, mom and dad. I wish it was a dream and my mom and dad are still alive" after being rescued from underneath the rubble to find his parents killed by Israel.
Share this, we are not numbers. Let our voices be heard in hopes that this stops.
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.
He has...a strange request.
He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.
She's glad she did.
"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."
Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.
"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"
Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.
"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."
With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.
She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.
Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.
Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.
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